Hey there. This is just something else to be writing. Another poem fic.

What is my accursed destiny?

Why do I suffer this fate of all

Living dead. My love has been

Taken by my copy. My life taken

By my enemy. What is left for

Me?I'll tell you what. Nothing.

Because the living dead have nothing.

Our heart's bitter and full of grief and

Regret. They think we cant feel their emotions

But we can. We have hearts. They are hateful, remorseful, and even bitter. But nontheless we have

Hearts.

Remember that.

Yeah, Yeah, I know it sucks badly. It's not my best. Just another writer's block thing.